Mr. Yan, break up

Because of Yan Jingting's damn charm, Song Chuan felt that his daily workload had tripled, and when he got off work at night, he felt his calves were numb.The cafe put up a sign for off-duty, and Yan Jingting helped him to pack things in the back warehouse. Song Chuan finally had time to rest for a while, sitting on the sofa and rubbing his already stiff calves.

The door was pushed open with a creak, and the sound of the wind chime was particularly clear in this silent night. Song Chuan focused on his calf, without raising his head, and said, "It's already off work. If you need coffee, please come back tomorrow."

The man ignored his words, walked over and knelt down in front of him.

Still the familiar smile, elegant and decent, as elegant as jade.

"He Nai, why are you here now?"

"The company is very busy recently, so I left work a little early tonight, so I stopped by to have a look," He Nai smiled at him, put his hand on Song Chuan's calf, and rubbed it lightly, "I've been very busy these days Is it? Why are you so tired?"

His technique was gentle, with just the right amount of strength, his eyes lowered slightly, and fell on Song Chuan's well-proportioned and slender legs, the bottom of his eyes became darker and darker.

Song Chuan inexplicably felt that it was not very natural, and felt a little weird. He stretched his calf back, and said with an awkward smile: "Your technique is really professional, have you trained it?"

He Nai's hand hung in the air for a long time, before he slowly put it down, the displeasure on his face flashed past, and when he raised his head again, it was already kind.

He stood up and sat next to Song Chuan, a little closer, Song Chuan instinctively leaned to the other side.Seeing Song Chuan's appearance, He Nai silently clenched his hands hidden behind his back, his face remained motionless: "We haven't seen each other for a long time, I'll take you back later."

Song Chuan glanced at the warehouse, the door there was still closed, Yan Jingting was busy packing things inside, and didn't know anything about the outside.

He smiled apologetically: "I... I will go back with my friends later."

"Friend," He Nai looked a little disappointed, on the surface he asked calmly, but in reality he was aggressive, "What friend?"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Song Chuan had no choice but to confess to him: "Yan Jingting, he also came here to work."

He Nai didn't show much surprise, he moved closer to Song Chuan again, so close that Song Chuan could smell the faint fragrance of moss on his body.

"Song Chuan, have you forgiven him?" He Nai's voice was very soft, looking at Song Chuan with burning eyes.

Song Chuan didn't answer because he didn't know it himself.

Seeing that Song Chuan didn't reply, He Nai knew that he must have been shaken. Disappointment welled up in his eyes immediately, and he was struggling desperately: "Song Chuan, have you forgotten how he treated you back then? He's the kind of person you don't know. Why would you still choose to be with him?"

He Nai's sudden excitement caught Song Chuan a little off guard. He stared at He Nai for a long time, and instinctively retorted: "Yan Jingting is not what he used to be, he has changed a lot..."

Song Chuan was speaking for Yan Jingting.

He really fell in love with Yan Jingting again.

He Nai felt that he was performing a self-righteous drama, and finally found that the two of them were the protagonists, and he was a clown who made people laugh.

After Song Chuan finished speaking, he finally came to his senses: "He Nai, why do you care so much about the two of us?"

He Nai's expression changed, and he hastily concealed it: "I'm just afraid that you will be hurt again, Song Chuan, it is very difficult for a man to correct himself after making a mistake..."

"He Nai!!!"

The door of the warehouse was opened, and Yan Jingting came out happily, thinking about sending Song Chuan home, but when he saw the unexpected visitor outside, his face immediately turned down, and the thorns all over his body turned into human-shaped hedgehogs.

Not to be outdone, He Nai stood up, with a gloomy face, clenched fists, and stared at him.

Seeing that the sparks between the two were about to burst out, Song Chuan almost smelled the smell of gunpowder before the war, and hurriedly stopped in the middle: "Speak up if you have something to say, don't fight!"

He Nai glanced at him, Yan Jingting was dirty from head to toe, wearing an apron, holding a feather duster in his hand, deliberately mocking: "The dignified president actually came to do this, should I praise you for being able to bend and stretch?"

Yan Jingting retorted: "Thank you for the compliment, but I'm usually a little busy, and I don't have any free time for you, so I'm free enough to flirt with other people's boyfriends."

Song Chuan: "What?" He Nai pulled Song Chuan behind him: "He's not your boyfriend."

Unwilling to give in, Yan Jingting grabbed Song Chuan with one hand and wiped the ashes from Song Chuan's hand: "It's a matter of time."

The two of them were in a stalemate like this, with Song Chuan in the middle, and the living became a lever.

Song Chuan looked left and right, and the people on both sides showed no sign of letting go. The sparks between them became more and more intense, and they were about to affect him.

He shook off the hands of the two, and said coldly: "You two discuss it slowly, I'll go first."

"Song Chuan? Song Chuan!"

"leave me alone!"

Song Chuan growled, covered his ears, and ran wildly. The voices of the two men behind him were far behind him.He only felt that his heart was in a mess, and the emotions in his heart had turned into a ball of tangled cotton thread. The more he pulled, the more his heart was full of holes and blood flowed horizontally.

After running around a corner, he finally lost his strength and sat down on the nearest bench.The evening wind was a bit chilly, Song Chuan came out in a hurry, and left his coat in the store. He was wearing a short sleeve, and the cold wind came in from the cuffs and neckline, making him shiver.The street lights here were broken, and it was a little dim, and there were ambiguous voices of men and women from the bushes and bushes not far away.The moonlight was hidden behind the thick clouds, only half of the head was exposed, as if it had traveled thousands of miles across the galaxy, secretly watching this disturbed man.

What happened, what happened to him?

Song Chuan scratched his already disheveled head irritably.

Wasn't it good?Why Yan Jingting's peaceful life was completely broken when he came.Before Song Chuan went abroad, he looked at the land and swore silently that he would never come back, never come to this place that made him sad, and never see the person who made him sad again.

But now it seems that the original oath seemed to be a joke.

Going around, he still couldn't escape.

Song Chuan held his head, hunched his back, buried his face in his palms, and let the cold wind sweep towards him overwhelmingly at night, so as to wake himself up.

After an unknown amount of time, a coat fell from behind him, completely covering his head.

Song Chuan said solemnly: "Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?"

The man sat next to him, blocking most of the wind for Song Chuan, and his words were full of jokes and complacency: "If you say no, I won't care? You were the one who hated him the most back then. Am I disobedient?"

Song Chuan looked up at him, his eyes were reddish, there was a bruise at the corner of Yan Jingting's lips, and a scratch at the end of his eyebrows, his whole body was messed up, it looked like he had just had a fight.Realizing that Song Chuan was looking at him, Yan Jingting smiled proudly: "I won, he never beat me."

Song Chuan just looked at him like this, and it took him a long time to open his mouth: "You know what? You are really annoying."

Yan Jingting was startled.

"Why don't you let me go at home, and don't let me go abroad? I have already escaped, and I don't want to provoke you. Why don't you let me go? Why are you so haunted? When I decided to start over and live a life without you, you just came out to disturb me again?"

It disturbed Song Chuan's life and also disturbed Song Chuan's heart.

Yan Jingting stared at him blankly, and just listening quietly, Song Chuan's tears rolled down the side of his face.Yan Jingting went to wipe it for him at a loss, but because his hand didn't wipe it, a stain was left on Song Chuan's face.

He hurriedly wiped his hands on himself, only to find that the apron on his body was also dirty, and the more he wiped it, the dirtier it became.

Yan Jingting's flustered appearance made Song Chuan cry halfway and burst out laughing, even Yan Jingting laughed, and asked cautiously, "Do you...don't hate me anymore?"

Song Chuan didn't speak, turned his face away, and wiped away his tears fiercely.

The smile on Yan Jingting's face grew bigger and bigger. He grabbed Song Chuan's shoulder and turned him around forcibly.

"You don't hate me, do you?"

"Not only do you not hate me, you even... even a little... like me, don't you?"

Yan Jingting carefully observed Song Chuan's expression, Song Chuan turned his face away in disgust and did not speak.

Yan Jingting seemed to be pardoned, his heart almost jumped out of his chest, and he said incoherently: "A little is enough... I don't ask for more, a little is enough. As long as you like me a little, the remaining 99 points, It's up to me to like you."